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Sold like a piece of property to settle a debt, Ember expects to find a monster at the end of her journey. Instead, she finds Evander—the Alpha of a broken pack, haunted by a curse that turns his very touch to ice and shadow. As the only one who can withstand his power, Ember must decide if she is his captive or the flame that will finally melt his frozen heart.

She watched her brother die protecting her when she was four years old, and she's been pretending to be nobody ever since. Zinara Nightshade is the last surviving member of a bloodline the four kingdoms wanted erased from history. For fifteen years, she's hidden as Celine Fallow — a servant girl who pours wine for nobles who mock her family's name. Her mother died slowly to keep her hidden. Her father and brother burned so she could live. And now a mysterious invitation to the Ascension has given her something she never thought she'd have again: a chance. The competition is deadly. The academy is built on her family's graves. And her magic is so unstable that the first time she uses it, she nearly kills half the students in the room. That's when three of the most powerful heirs in the four kingdoms decide she's worth watching. A vampire prince. A shifter heir. A fae royal. Each one dangerous. Each one offering help she can't afford to trust. But someone at this academy knows exactly who she is. Someone has been waiting for her. And if Zinara can't master her power before the truth comes out, she won't just lose the competition. She'll lose everything her family died to protect.

Not every meeting happens in the living world. Before their bodies were exchanged, Ruqayyah and Aisha met in a white, silent space— a place where words were unnecessary, and understanding came without explanation. There, a book was placed before them. It did not tell the future. It only showed that every life has a limit. When Ruqayyah opened her eyes, she was no longer in the 21st century. She had become Aisha binti al-Fadl, the daughter of a powerful vizier of the Abbasid Dynasty— a world of knowledge, politics, and hidden danger. At the same time, Aisha awakened in the modern era, a world without servants, rules, or walls separating what was permitted and forbidden. Freedom, she learned, could be just as frightening. They were given time. But they were never promised an ending. As history continued to move forward, their lives became only small threads within a much larger design. And when one story slowly reached its turning point, another began. Across the great Islamic dynasties that followed, one bloodline would be called again and again— not to change history, not to save the world, but to face the same question in different eras. If your life is only one chapter in a book you cannot finish, what choice will you make before the page turns?

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire. She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out. But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares. Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… So why does everything keep changing?

Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches into the roaring river and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes purple peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?

A warlord feared across kingdoms—cruel as a monster, cold as ice—they call him the Cold-Hearted Monster. He shows no mercy. He feels no guilt. His presence alone silences crowds and sends even seasoned warriors to their knees. But during the royal hunting season, something unexpected happens. In the heart of the forest, amidst the rustling leaves and the scent of blood and steel, he spots something unusual—someone. A girl. Injured. Barely breathing. Her body is drenched in blood, adorned in torn yet expensive jewelry, suggesting nobility… or betrayal. She lies motionless on the cold earth, as if life is slipping from her with every passing second. And for the first time in years—his heart skips a beat. Why? Why is the cold-hearted monster… faltering? Does he know her? Or is it something else—something buried deep within him, long forgotten? But the questions don’t end there: Who is she? What happened to her? Was it a wild beast that tore her down—or humans driven by wild ambition? And above all… Will he save her? Or leave her to die? So many questions. But only one way to uncover the truth— Read the story.

Princess Sun-Hee was raised to be the light of a kingdom that no longer exists. In one night of fire and steel, her world was reduced to ash by the "Mad General," a man who loves war more than life and commands a pack of shadow-wolves that hunt by his very thought. She expected a quick death. Instead, she received a gold-plated cage. The General didn't destroy her home for land or silver. He did it for her. Bound by an ancestral debt her father never intended to pay, Sun-Hee is claimed as the ultimate spoils of war. Deep within his Shadow Palace, she is forced into a life of opulent silence, where every silk robe is a shackle and every meal is a reminder of her surrender. But the General is hiding a brutal truth: a creeping madness is clawing at his mind, an alpha-curse that only Sun-Hee’s touch can soothe. He is a predator who has never known peace. She is the captive who holds the key to his sanity. As the King’s jealousy boils and rival empires gather at the borders, Sun-Hee must navigate a deadly game of moral ambiguity. To save what remains of her people, she must decide if she will break the man who destroyed her world or become the mate to the monster who would burn the rest of the world to keep her.

“Oh my god! The prince sent an invitation for the upcoming royal ball!” Eleanor exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement as she waved the golden-sealed letter in her hand. “The royal ball!?” Anna and Cindy squealed, nearly toppling over their chair in delight. “Shh! We don’t want Ella to hear about this,” Eleanor hissed, glancing nervously over her shoulder. And there she was, Ella, standing by the doorway with her eyes gleaming, ready to pounce on anyone in sight. “Did someone say balls?” Ella grinned widely, her smile wide enough to make her mother and sister flinch. “No, no—it’s a royal ball, a ball. It’s where people… dance,” Eleanor stammered, her voice faltering. “Well, then,” Ella said, her grin stretching further, “there’s going to be a lot of balls there.” And with that, Ella darted to her room, already rummaging through her drawers. Ella wasn’t just dreaming of going to the royal ball— she dreams of every ball. In a kingdom obsessed with beauty and perfection, Ella, long ridiculed as the “ugly half-sister,” has spent her life in the shadows of her graceful and adored sisters. However, Ella never allowed mockery to pierce her strange, unbothered world. She focused on the hobby that kept growing—collecting balls and other round-shaped items. When the royal family announced the grand ball to find a bride for their prince, Eleanor’s heart sank. She feared Ella’s oddities might bring embarrassment to their family. Desperate to uphold their name, Eleanor resolved to turn her awkward daughter into a refined young lady, no matter how severe the training. “Posture, Ella! You’re not a hunchbacked scarecrow!” “Smile softly, not like you’re about to eat someone!” But despite Eleanor’s strict lessons, Ella’s wild grin never faded. It only sharpened. When the night of the royal ball finally arrived, the palace glimmered under crystal chandeliers. The prince stood poised, the very image of perfection, until the grand doors opened. Ella entered, her gown shimmering with hundreds of tiny glass spheres sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of light. The room fell silent as a faint, musical clinking echoed with each step she took. The prince turned, his flawless gaze locking with hers. Ella smiled, leaning close enough for only him to hear. “I’ve always loved balls,” she whispered. The prince’s lips parted slightly, his polished smile faltering as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. Ella tilted her head, her grin fierce and unrestrained. Then, the grand doors opened again. Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave breaking on marble. With that, a mysterious woman in a simpler dress entered.

[The Betrayal] Myra Kapoor gave up everything for love. She left her home in Delhi and moved to Mumbai to surprise her boyfriend of four years, only to find him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she vows to erase every memory of the man who shattered her world. ​[The Encounter] That night, fueled by gin and grief, Myra walks into Mumbai’s most exclusive club. She doesn't want comfort; she wants to be reckless. When she locks eyes with a cold, devastatingly handsome stranger in the VIP lounge, she does the unthinkable—she walks up and kisses him. ​The stranger tastes like expensive whiskey and danger. For one night, she loses herself in his touch, thinking she’ll never see him again. ​[The Twist] The next morning, Myra walks into her new job at Khurana Enterprises, only to come face-to-face with the man from the club. ​Reyansh Khurana. The "Ice King" of the Indian business world and her new boss. ​[The Deal] Reyansh doesn't do romance, and he definitely doesn't do "sorry." But he wants Myra back in his bed. He offers her a deal: “Be mine until you’ve forgotten your ex's name. No strings, no feelings, and absolutely no falling in love. In exchange, I’ll give you the world.” ​Myra knows she should run. But as Reyansh leans in, his breath hot against her skin, she realizes that forgetting her ex might be easy—but surviving Reyansh Khurana will be impossible.

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||

What if the tragic story you once mocked… becomes the world you were thrown into? Xiao Zhi is an editor who loves tearing apart novel manuscripts for their cliche plots and cruel twists. But one day, she wakes up inside one of those very novels, as the unlucky princess destined to die a tragic death. The script says she will be married off to a barbaric prince, tortured, and killed tragically. But Xiao Zhi refuses to accept that ending. Armed with her editor’s sharp eye and modern wit, she vows to rewrite her fate, outsmart her enemies, and survive. The problem? No matter what she does, the story stubbornly plays out as it was written. Every move she makes only brings her closer to the death she’s trying to escape. How can she survive a story that refuses to be rewritten?

King Theron Ravencrest, one of the most powerful wizards in the continent, rules through fear, ambition, and dark magic. But his fury is born from betrayal. Believing he was promised Princess Lysira Valestra of Nightfire Glen, Theron instead finds himself married to a seemingly powerless maid—Elysia. Unaware that Elysia is in fact one of the most formidable mages of Nightfire Glen, she hides her strength and suppresses her magic for twelve long years. Even her son, Kalen Ravencrest, is forbidden from revealing his power. To Theron, the truth appears simple: he has been deceived, trapped with a weak wife and an even weaker heir. His frustration turns to madness when a prophecy surfaces—the daughter of Princess Lysira will be the cause of his downfall. Consumed by paranoia, Theron launches a brutal assault on the Valestra family, slaughtering Princess Lysira, her king, their nine-year-old son, and even her unborn child. To erase every threat, he murders his own wife, Elysia, and exiles their only son, casting Kalen out of the Drakoria Clan as if he were nothing. But fate does not end where Theron believes it does. As a new semester begins at Grimswald College of Witchcraft & Wizardry, hidden truths begin to surface. Kalen steps into a world of magic he was never allowed to claim, while whispers of the prophecy resurface—hinting that the daughter of Princess Lysira may not be as lost as the world believes. With destiny stirring, dark secrets buried, and young mages awakening, the battle between power and fate begins anew. And this time, even a king cannot escape what is written.

Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!” Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.” “Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl. Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”

In the aristocratic city of Valenza—where etiquette is treated as a higher law than morality—Duke Sebastiano Decharis is admired as the very definition of noble perfection: composed, erudite, and impeccably refined. What society does not know is that beneath his tailored coats and measured speech lies the blood of an ancient werewolf Alpha, forever struggling to restrain instincts unbecoming of a gentleman. Chiara Suvelyne, a brilliant and formidable Countess, has built her reputation on intellect and composure alone. When she accidentally discovers Sebastiano’s peculiar behavior within the Forbidden Library, curiosity turns into suspicion—and suspicion into a dangerous fascination. As political conspiracies tighten around Valenza and moonlit secrets refuse to remain buried, Chiara and Sebastiano are forced into an unlikely partnership where wit must tame the wild, and love must learn the most difficult art of all: restraint.

|SEASON 2 OF CLAXTON · BREAKING INTO TWO PARTS DUE TO SIZE| | WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM| The Octopus Man is growing stronger, and so is Tracey. Makenna must find her way to the Bermuda Triangle to protect the Human and Magic Worlds before the young apprentice becomes the claxton he is destined to be. *** Since Makenna Delling discovered she is a Metamorphic Fairy, nothing in her life has been simple. Having just finished her sophomore year of high school, she and Tracey must travel to the undersea city of Atlantis to stop Tracey from falling victim to his own power... the power of the claxton. Ash, a Wizard Fairy, is on a secret mission from Coutarine Island to help them. However, the Octopus Man remains active and vows to drag Tracey to the Bermuda Triangle. Because of this, Ash must teach Makenna and Tracey Special Spells—spells that will help them win their battle against the Octopus Man. It is now even more crucial that Makenna becomes a Merfairy Metamorphic Fairy. The Human and Magic Worlds are colliding in an event similar to something that happened seventeen years ago. What does this event have to do with Makenna, Tracey, and Ash? How will the teens reach Atlantis without the Kraken destroying them before confronting the Octopus Man? Most importantly, will Makenna ever find her long-lost family member? *** *Main tropes: Love triangle and friends-to-lovers.* *Note: My writing style is 3rd-person omniscient, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!*

So " The War Won Princess" is a tale of a princess who was won by her father's enemy in a war. As the story continues there is some unfolding of twisted feelings between the princess and her enemy. " The story that'll make you curl in your bed , giggling and kicking your feet. "

"My love for you is a crime… but I’d rather burn than give you up." Aria is no ordinary vampire—she's the daughter of a powerful clan, bound by ancient rules. Falling in love with a human? That’s the ultimate betrayal. But when she meets Liam, a mortal who sees past the darkness in her, she can’t stop herself. Their love is dangerous. Forbidden. And when the ruthless Lord Marcus discovers their secret, Aria is faced with an impossible choice—betray Liam or defy her own kind. Just when they think they can escape, everything goes horribly wrong. Liam is turned into a vampire against his will, and his newfound power makes him a threat to both humans and vampires alike. With enemies closing in and trust breaking apart, Aria and Liam must fight for their love in a world that wants to tear them apart. Will they survive the darkness… or become part of it? WE ARE BACK. HAD TO HANDLE SOME THINGS.

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Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?